Let infinity end up starless
Or let the wide sea lose its immensity
But do not let the black of your eyes die
And the cinnamon of your skin let it remain the same
If the rainbow were to lose its beauty
And flowers their perfume and color
My sadness would not be as great
As that of being without your love
I care about you, and you, and you
And only you, and you, and you
I care about you, and you, and you
And no one but you
Black eyes, cinnamon skin
Which render me desperate
I care about you, and you, and you
And only you, and you, and you
I care about you, and you, and you
And no one but you